you have heard  about rainbows over a hill
around the corner
when
in the deepest burrow you just wanted
a meal or drink
a hit
screaming silent you
remember
i do
then
hearing a good song
on someones radio,
someone with electricity,
the closest us me most of we
ever get to
a rainbow horizon hill 

none reads
I feel like I have been jilted
by my dreams
like finding my best girl with
oh hell, I won't go there.
I get so downright  frustrated
now since , ( her name was Jezebel,
his was Anthony,)
I drifted again...
now I get frustrated
when Hello Poetry goes down,
just reminds me of finding
Anthony with a big smile,
Jezebell on her knees...******

is just is us is in it
justice to each other is there
lettuce if we change the letters a tad
it's there
carrying you to bed after you fall asleep on my
shoulder is in us
us
is a letter under your pillow
I left just (there it was)
because (again) I love you
cousins has it too
but not anywhere near
what
we do (even though those two letters are missing): I try to be us
I wushed the dushes
without you having to ask

today

I heaved a big sigh

so maybe

I can stop the

bashing of my head

against the concrete

I worked hard alone

to get the scream out

and tomorrow

may be different

maybe

I will fall down

all worn out fighting

the urges to bash against

the unyeilding

grey

Absquatulate,
           flee to the unknown,
where I can be an organism
            of concinnity,
deipnosophist I will,
            dine with Plato on an herb
deracinate me,
             become a dance or song
with effable eternity
flatline...

to infinity,
or possibly....

continue to hunt and peck.